Spiraling deeper and deeper into the abyss, hands clutching desperately for something to hold onto, something to cling to, anything…
Burning, burning hot, flames licking at my very core, nowhere to run, only somewhere to fall.
Trying to scream, but no sound coming out.
Throat parched, burning up, hard to breathe.
Dying.
Sudden darkness, absence of noise, creeping cold, complete and utter nothingness.
So dark, so quiet, so cold, so very alone.
Until…
A pinprick of light, a hint of warmth, a speck of sound.
Struggling to focus, straining to hear, fighting back.
Gentle voice, pulling me out, saving me.
"Bella, come back to me."